Although nothing happened that night, Charles still remembered the way she looked—dazed, vulnerable.
If it had been another man who found her instead of him, he didn't even want to imagine what might've happened.
"How do you know that?" Janet's eyes widened with curiosity. His tone... there was something hidden beneath his words.
She could barely handle a few light beers—let alone this strong liquor. Her head was already starting to spin.
"Silly girl," Charles murmured, still holding her close. His voice dipped low, warm against her skin. "You got drunk that night and climbed into my car. If you hadn't run into me... who knows what would've happened to you."
Janet's almond-shaped eyes widened even more.
That drunken night—the man who had seen her fully exposed—
It was... him?
"You're only realizing it now? Regretting it already?" Charles chuckled and tapped her on the nose, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"It... it was you?" she stammered, face flushing bright red.
